Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery - Chapter 17 - 10 Uncle_1

I found myself possessing the body of a young master who everyone was eager to kill. I’m invincible, so let them try to kill me. It’s only for one second, though.

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MC: I am a dragon? Cool!
Also, MC: Wait, most of the dragons died after centuries of being hunted for their expensive materials, and when beings called players descended with their powerful systems and immortality, they hunted down rest of them ... and I am the last one... I am fucked!!!
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Join our MC, a former player on his journey not to become a legendary rank item, in a world of the game that he used to play.
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I used a cheat to devise a character in a game. Upon regaining consciousness after pressing the play button, I discovered myself embodying the character I had crafted, the ‘Priest of Corruption.’ This character was intentionally created with unfavourable statistics and is widely detested! The sole item in my inventory was the withered hand of a woman, yet could it possibly be the hand of a goddess?

Kain can control luck because of the curse, doomed to run from death - forever.“I lost everything again...?” Kain muttered. The Keepers fell as the monsters burst out of the Rift.Unlike the others, he hated Keepers, the only people capable of fighting the creatures from the Astral Dimension. Everyone saw them as heroes, but Kain blamed them for the greatest tragedy of his life - the death of his parents.Ironically, the sacrifice of one Keeper allowed Kain to obtain a Rune Brand - the key to begin a trial, the outcome was either power or death.Facing another world, Kain discovered that his blood was cursed, and misfortune would always haunt him.But death would avoid Kain, wanting to keep such a valuable sacrifice for a god. Only failure would await him, but if it were possible, death would pass by.Now, Kain must break his curse and take fate into his own hands for the first time in his life or remain a nameless offering.